Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I hold his gaze and hook my fingers into the front of his pants once more. This time, there are no secrets left between us to stop things. We put them all to rest. Or at least I hope we have. I tug his pants down to free his cock. “May I?”
He huffs out a strangled laugh. “Sweetheart, I might die if you don’t.”
Considering I feel the same way, I don’t hesitate or ask again. I simply lean forward and take him into my mouth. I’ve read about this act more times than I can count, have fantasized about it an equal amount. In reality, it’s…different. His cock is wide on my tongue, and it feels like I barely take the tip of him into my mouth before my gag reflex kicks in. I ease back, embarrassment heating my cheeks. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.
But when I look up, Asterion is staring down at me just like he did that first day we met. As if I’m a goddess he fully intends on spending the rest of his life worshipping. As if he can’t believe how lucky he is that I even deigned to acknowledge him.
That gives me the courage and confidence to lean forward and lick the head of his cock. He makes a sound like he’s in pain. He tentatively slides his fingers into my hair, but he’s not pulling me away from him—or pulling me closer. It’s almost as if he’s hanging on for dear life. Maybe he feels as unmoored as I do in this moment.
I lick my lips. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re perfect, sweetheart.” He still sounds strangled.
I cautiously wrap up my fist around his cock as best I’m able to and take him into my mouth again. This time, I go slower, feeling my way. I’m able to take him deeper before my gag reflex kicks in again. His fingers spasm in my hair.
It seems to defy belief that my awkward ministrations are affecting him so deeply, but I can’t deny the evidence right in front of me. Every touch, suck, and lick results in some kind of noise pulled from his lips seemingly against his will.
Distantly, the solution comes to me. What I need from this interaction, what he might need as well. I ease off him again. “Fuck my mouth.”
“What?”
I could tell him that I’m worried I won’t be able to give him what he needs, that I’m flat out floundering, even as I enjoy this exploration. But the truth is simpler. He was right when he said that soft isn’t the way. I can enjoy it for what it is, but it’s not what I need. What I suspect we both need. “Please.”
He clenches his jaw hard enough that I can see the muscles flex beneath his skin. His fingers twitch in my hair before he seems to force himself to ease his grip. “Sweetheart, you can barely take half my cock without choking on it. If I fuck your mouth, I’m going to hurt you.”
No, he won’t. Not in any meaningful way. Even at his most vicious, he’s always been remarkably careful with me. He’s only giving me just as much as I can handle. “I trust you.”
Asterion curses long and hard, the vicious words slicing from his lips. Maybe he should scare me, but all it does is make me clench my thighs together. He glares down at me. “If it’s too much, you slap my thigh.” He wraps one hand around my wrist and mimics the motion. “Do you understand?”
“I do.”
For a moment, it almost seems like he’ll keep arguing or adding stipulations, but he grips my jaw and touches his thumb to my bottom lip, guiding my mouth open. His dark eyes are downright forbidding as he angles forward, and the head of his cock presses into my mouth.
I half expect Asterion to start pounding away at me. I should’ve known better. He eases past my lips and delves inside with one long, slow stroke. On and on, until I have to choose whether I’m going to submit or fight the intrusion. In the end, it’s no choice at all. I open for him entirely.
In response, he stops. I didn’t realize I closed my eyes, but when he doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe, I flutter my lids open. He’s staring down at me as if he wants to memorize every moment of this. He catches me watching him, and his expression goes harder yet. “I want to make you cry.”
If anyone else had said those words to me, I would do everything in my power to put as much distance between us as possible. But with Asterion? I swear to the gods there’s a gush between my thighs. I shiver. I can’t nod, but I do my best to make a sound of consent. I never would’ve guessed that was something I wanted, but with this man, it’s not a want. It’s a need.